Where do we hide the bodies this time

I've got a mind to keep them outside

Leave 'em for the open air to decide

How the flesh and bone will divide



I want a scarecrow to remind me

What we could've had

What we lost

I need a scarecrow

To warn the passers-by

Don't come in here

Unless you want to die



No need to dig up the ground

Try to keep it as clean as we can

Leave it up to our maker's demand

Let the bones find their own way down



We need a scarecrow

A symbol of the dead

So when the lovers pass

They know to hang their heads

I'll be the scarecrow

You are the tin man

We find no yellow road

We never made it home



I want a scarecrow

So everyone will know

I want a scarecrow